He makes me

This has never happened to me before, although I've read about it hundreds of times. I tried writing about how it would feel like to continually have your heart broken

He makes me feel out of breath When all I want is to breathe

My blood runs cold, then it rushes to hot My skin tingles over every spot Every spot that’s touched, caressed with a rough hand Leaving my knees so weak I can barely stand The way he runs his fingers through my hair Acting as if he doesn’t care My eyes catch his, those eyes that look at me They practically stare, with all the things they see Just looking at him makes my hands start shaking Whenever he’s gone it feels like my heart’s breaking He’s so aloof around me, whenever we’re alone It’s as if his heart’s made of stone (He never acknowledges me when we’re at school Defining it as our invisible rule That he can be around me, except people can’t know Guess my love for him is just some secret show A show that’s only for him to see But why does it feel like he’s never watching me? And yet why is it around him- That I fill like a cup filled to the rim Filled with this feeling that my heart’s about to stop This feeling’s so strong that I could practically drop) My heart skips a beat, two maybe three at a time What he does to me should be considered a crime ‘Cause I can never tell if he’s ever really mine But when he’s around me, tingles go up my spine Because that’s the way of youth, falling headfirst too quick When you fall down so fast, it’s making you sick It’s not something I can help, not matter how hard I try First love is something that always ends up making you cry

Subscribe

Get Teen Ink’s 48-page monthly print edition. Written by teens since 1989.